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rp blog for vash 'the stampede' saverem as wanted by jonah. primarily trigun maximum based. mun is 21+. trigger content present.

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@bulletblessed: a study on what makes morality, how to survive grief and guilt, and how to define family via vash 'the stampede' saverem from trigun (primarily maximum), shot by jonah (he/they, 30+). rules | playlist

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I'm on vacation but happy birthday Vash

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feat. The weird gymnastics I had to do to fit him in frame

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I'm on vacation but happy birthday Vash

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rotates him in my head like a microwave

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@bulletblessed asked: ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞

"Ack!"

It was as though a jolt went right through her, embarrassment merged with surprise, morphing into annoyance.

"Why, excuse me, Mr. Love and Peace," the petite insurance agent huffed.

"Apparently, big heroic speeches and all things adjacent are reserved solely for you."

Arms crossed, she looked away from the blonde, clearly feeling insulted, to some degree. She should have known better, of course. Her travel companion was not exactly the most... genuine man. Not when it came to his own feelings and worldviews, anyway - topics which he had the tendency to cover up with a goofy sense of humour.

He was withdrawn, yes. Even more so than Meryl herself. Guarded, even. She supposed one had to be, considering the life he lived...

But... was this not the point? She had attempted to comfort him, to offer her guidance and support. To... to remind him she was there for him. No matter the day or time. Sure, he annoyed her to no end, at times, but by now she had the impression it was an action committed entirely on purpose.

A kind of controlled bit of chaos he brought into her life. Meryl could not help but admit... she enjoyed it. A little bit.

She liked having him in her life, despite... everything.

"I meant it. You know?" she added, sounding calmer, though equally serious, this time around.

"We... we are a team. And you can rely on us. The same way I know we can rely on you."

blood and darkness

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Oʜ, ɪᴛ was absolutely done on purpose. It's easier to pretend than dealing with emotions — and being known, most of all — and deflecting works wonders for getting people off your trail about the, ugh, 'important' things. He and his emotions aren't any of that. He's no more than a very specific tool for a very specific purpose. It does not matter if and how much he suffers; as long as it takes some off other people. Any ounce of pain he bears for someone else is worth it's weight threefold and more.

So, yes. He annoys her fully with intent. It's easier when she's angry, when she gets distracted from caring. What is she doing that for anyway; there's a full and good life ahead of only one of them. And he's doing just fine pressing everything down, down, down, never dealing with anything. Suppression does wonders for your complexion.

Of course he knows she's fully serious. It's just very hard to accept help; to feel yourself deserving of any kind of support after decades of keeping people far away. A pole made out of smiles and emptiness.

It's hard to acknowledge your feelings also when you worked so hard on carving them out of yourself, make you a shell of a person. And every time the struggle to choose, again and again, anything over the anger that threatens to burn it all.

(Funny, truly, how people see his brother and him and think he is the calm one by nature. It's always been the other that wanted so desperately to be loved and accepted, and him boiling hot blood. But that would go too deep to explain to anyone, even her. He'd rather she never knows how constant a fight it is to not choose hate and fury.)

"Sure."

Hum, and a smile. (There's a hint of something real in that. But it's melting into the other one, the mask for the world, hard to tell one from another.)

"Doesn't mean you can't still be sappy while saying it ~"

Absolutely no acknowledgement that he will take her words to heart. (How could he. He's a shield and a carving knife and a gun. How could he ever accept help, for that would imply being a whole person that matters outside of what he does for others.)

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post con blues after dokomi hit differently fellas

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BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

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They currently were on peaceful terms, yes. This could change all too quickly, of course. Still, Midvalley found himself... well. Curious was not the word for it, really. Of course, he equally knew himself well enough to be able to admit to his own nosey attitude, that much was true. And was it not an asset, to know one's enemy, after all? Their weaknesses, preferences, potential advantages one was to gain over them?

Hah. Enemies. Bluesummers had considered the Stampede one, if not the main one, in his schemes. Knives... hell if Midvalley knew. Wanted his brother back, while he equally sought to see him dead? It was the impression the musician had gained, in any case.

Was Vash the Stampede the musician's own personal enemy? An excellent question. Well, they were not friends, in any case, but right about now... the he did not feel the urge to try and put an end to the blonde's life.

Maybe... just maybe. He was a little scared of what the consequences of such a callous action would be. Maybe he was a little scared of... him.

He knew the monster that Knives was. Now, what kind of creature would his twin brother end up being...?

"That priest of yours," he replied, casually, all things considered.

"Follows you 'round like a puppy."

Hah. Interesting. He could not help but wonder... did the Stampede... know? Did he suspect what 'Chapel's' allegiance really was...?

"Odd choice, is all I'm sayin'."

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Fɪʀsᴛ ᴏғ all; what an odd assumption to make. 'Of yours', as if he owned a person. As if he had a claim to anyone. Wording that seemed all too familiar of other people (worse people) who thought they might just use people the same as objects. The wording definitely does set off some bells, but none that show much in his expression. He's had enough time to practice keeping neutral, and while some people picked up on it being a mask, it's rare that someone could actually peel it off and peek behind, see his real thoughts.

So.

He's not going to point out that he's known why Wolfwood is here. Why would he. Not since the moment they met; but for a while, indeed. It's hard to not notice the marks of a killer in one's hands when holding a gun. Not hard either then to connect the dots. But no harm done so far, so why bring it up. And besides: that has nothing to do with the man in front of him. Or what he might put together in his mind. If anything, it might be amusing to see the conclusions drawn. (Clearly, at least one wrong one displayed already.)

"Don't see how someone 'following me' would reflect on my tastes."

Smile flashed sharply, a predator showing teeth concealing them with friendliness. (You've always been a loaded gun, a sharpened knife, and have to fight each day to dull your edges, force yourself to not sink into someone's flesh.)

"Why, jealous?"

Not specifying who of, either. The reaction itself will be fun enough.

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i love VW but I need to write VM content

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so what if he pulls him closer by the collar of his shirt and kisses him. what if. is that also gonna make him horny.

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Hᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ in the middle of a long winded ramble, gesturing wildly with his free hand and barely stopping to take a breath when he's suddenly finding himself in a predicament; collar pulled taunt by the sudden pressure on it, words stolen by lips against his, a tongue licking them out of his mouth along with any air. Instantly, whatever thought had been previously in his mind is wiped clean off, all animated fight (even if only verbally) gone in a flash. Glasses pushed askew by the angle to reveal the rapid blinking while he takes a second to recalibrate to what's happening.

(It's not easy to take him by surprise in a fight, or any other situation, but do anything nice or gentle and it hard resets his entire brain, overwhelms him, makes him unsure of how to proceed from here. A weapon to be used against him if wielded by the wrong person.)

It does indeed, predictably, send little shivers of electricity down his spine, but they have neither the time nor the space for that in the current situation, and besides, it's all just a dirty trick. As much flashes back when his eyes happen to stray lower, and the deck of cards in his other hand, now hanging low and quite visibly with their faces revealed, come back to mind. It still takes some effort to push against the broader man's chest and detach himself from the vigorous assault.

"That's hardly fair — "

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Wearing your face

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"you have the worst taste in men." (midvalley uwu)

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Hᴇ ɪs not entirely sure he's taking dating advice from a guy that thinks wearing white in the desert with all it's sand and dust and blood is a good idea. He's most certain he also didn't ask him for a judgement of his taste; and besides, there's a sneaking suspicion the man doesn't even know what he's talking about and just puts out far more confident sounding statements in the hopes of landing a dart thrown in the dark.

Still. Talking! Progress! He'll take it over attempted murder any day, even if that means humoring him about what he thinks he does or does not know about his love life. Probably more fun than what they discuss in his brother's killer circle, too.

(First of, his taste is great. Secondly, he's not dating only men, thank you very much. Not even at the present time. In fact, the ratio in his current on going life is increased by a full hundred percent in favor of the ladies. Given, he's not fully sure how any of them happened, surely not due to his insane game, but — the result counts, right?)

"What gave you the impression?"

Humored, then. If that's the lowest blow here, then please. There are so much easier ways to attack him, even without any bloodshed.

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@bulletblessed asked: “ If you can’t run away from your problems, you’re not running fast enough. ”

"You cannot just keep getting away with saying stuff like that."

"You are scaring the hoes. You are doing them a concern."

anyway, unhinged memes

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"Wᴇʟʟ — ɪғ I'm scaring them, then I don't have to run away anymore. See? Problem solved itself. Never have to actually deal with them."

Don't take life advice from him. Or any advice. Ever.

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@bulletblessed asked: don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun.

Oh. She would not dream of it. In fact, after letting out a long groan, full of suffering and ennui (clearly overdrawn, for dramatic effect), she leaned against the taller figure, the back of her hand held to her temple in a truly dramatic display.

"The world truly is cruel to cute people like us." came the sigh.

"What else will they take from us? Truly! Our enjoyment, our lust for life? Food, shelter? A hand, a leg? A-"

She paused at that, noticing what she had just said.

"Oh. Uh. Sorry. Anyway-"

various sentence starters

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Iғ sʜᴇ's worried he'd be offended, she clearly has not spent enough time around him just yet. It comes a little unexpected; has him blink in irritation for a second more because she stumbles over herself than because of what she actually said. (Why do people always make such a big deal out of something as such.)

"You know —"

It's a drawl, teasing her more than anything else.

"Still got an arm to give, but I figure maintenance is already enough work as it goes. I'd rather not spend even more time on that."

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ALL THAT talking earns him a huff and an eye-roll, eyes darting to the side while the piece of fabric in his hands wipes off a few more dried bloos spots; nonetheless, he doesn't squirm under the touch, nor does he push him off his lap. Alcohol burns in his wounds even if now they are almost all closed, skin knitting itself back and time moving backwards on his skin, but if this makes Vash feel any better about the whole ass situation, then so be it. He isn't gonna endure it silently, though. Now that would be willdly out of character for him.

"Have. Still a waste."

But it wouldn't be Vash if he wasn't feeling bad about a situation he didn't cause, wounds he didn't inflict upon him, bullets his gun didn't fire. And while he understands this (or knows, at least; he cannot quite comprehend how this man is fine with carrying the weight of the whole world upon his shoulders and accepting everything as his inherent fault), he still sees no use in patching him up when all signs from their latest fight have already been almost entirely wiped off of him, the slate now blank once again.

" 'sides, that's rarely th' reason you do anythin'."

There; they can both be laid bare in front of the other. An eye for an eye, if you will.

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"Jᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ it heals doesn't mean it can't get infected, and then there you are, all whining in my ears for the next few days."

Exaggerated, of course. And as long as Wolfwood complains about things he knows they aren't serious; it's when he starts to hide them that he should be worried over it. It's when he's all pained smiles and keeping things close to himself like (a wounded animal) he wouldn't know any better by now that things are bad.

He doesn't justify the last jab with an answer. Why would he? They both know it's true, and they both know he will not admit to it. They both know that the day Vash does anything selfish will be the day of the world's end, in a way. (It will be. It is. A singular thing, taking the entire world out of it's hinges.)

Wounds all cleaned out, he takes a sip from the bottle of undefinable high percentage alcohol he's been using for that purpose. It burns and tastes like ash; shit cheap booze they can afford. There's a non zero chance it'll turn them blind; at least for a moment. It wouldn't last, anyway. Offers the bottle to him, without moving from his spot on his lap.

"Perhaps I would simply like to sleep in peace."

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me anytime there's a genuinely nice character that also has a tendency to rarely become absolutely feral and terrifying: that's the good shit

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hold on just a goddamn second. one step at a time.

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Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs too many things happening all at once, always; too many things to consider, brain running at two hundred miles an hour to try and calculate all the things that might go wrong, are going wrong, how to keep them from going wrong. There's a dark fog over his eyes and a hiss at being held back. He knows what he's doing. He's been doing it for long enough and it's easy to keep the majority of people from getting hurt (or worse) when you put yourself in the line of fire. Very few conflicts that cannot be broken up by creating a bigger one around himself. Why does the other one think he put so much time and thought and care into becoming larger than life, instantly recognizable, seen as harmless and stupid when he's not been either of those things.

Sometimes there is simply no time to take things 'one step at a time'. Sometimes there's only shit options and if he's collecting more scars in return for everyone being able to leave a situation upright, then that's the best one, and he makes it over and over and over again.

(You never loved so much to want to do it out of your own heart, it's simply what you've been taught to do to have any value. You've never been kind.)

He hisses out a sound that's not quite human, and for a moment there's no bright eyes and brighter smile, not even the concerned look that crosses his features so often. For a moment, he is (a reckoning, a force of nature, a terrible thing masquerading as human but as far from them as the natural catastrophe he's named after) exactly the thing people fear.

"Get out of my way."

There is no "or". There is no room for disagreement. No matter what, he will never choose the singular over the many — not even when it's someone so important to him. He has lived decades bleeding out on the sand for someone else to avoid that very thing; he's given pieces of himself to anyone that asked and those that didn't, he could stop his ways just as little as the sun will stop beating down on them, or gravity would stop working because it had been asked.